I wake up already tired,
eyes heavy from screens and sleepless nights,
stomachs empty, wallets thinner than dreams,
parents fighting over bills, over nothing,
...
And being, I am left there hopeless is one bird.
Without feathers, never born, I float on oiled wings.
All the souls, whom did naught love me ever,
I am forever out of reach, the sun has taught to sing.
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